BLOSSOM

 
Hanami: Shinjuku National Gyoen. Photo by 0752AM

Hanami: Shinjuku National Gyoen. Photo by 0752AM

And you bloom

even with my eyes closed, i could see you so clearly.
you are just like the spring and summer sun,
so bright that i could see all your hues of pinks, orange, and whites
through my eyelids no matter how hard i press my closed hands to my eyes. 

each year, winter passes through like a storm.
and the memory of you grew collected and calm.
how the earth is so lucky to have you emerge from its
salted ground, and only you, just you, remain to bloom.

i can feel myself DISINTEGRATIng at your touch,
the dulled colors of i, who bleed dry into nothing.
how can i really be something when you leave a trail
of the warmest petals behind, even in the coldest days.

and you blossom, so brightly. 
and here i am, heavy like mud.
leaving nothing but browns on the earth,
stripping life of its color. 
and here you are, growing above me.

all i can do is make the earth less colorful,
and you, just you, remain to bloom.